Daiya Makes Vegans Swoon; Cry Tears of Joy

I have a weird relationship with Daiya. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I don’t. Honestly, it grosses me out when it gets cold and starts to congeal. When it’s hot and melty, I’m like the Pointer Sisters (I’m So Excited!), when it reverts to room temperature I’m like Iron Maiden (Run to the Hills). I don’t eat it all that much anyway. I’m an old school tofutti cream cheese man myself.